At the last moment, Zhao Mai threw the hunter's blood spear without hesitation. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The info spear arced in a perfect arc and slammed into the giant's shoulder.

The ugly monster howled, and the great wooden rod still fell. But in the end, it was a relief, which gave Bolong a chance to rescue. The mercenary grabbed Rodric's beard and chin and jerked it to the side, and Jazz rolled along the way, avoiding the point. However, one of his legs still couldn't get rid of his bad luck, and he twisted directly in reverse under the heavy blow, and saw it shattered.

"What kind of monster is this?" Zhao Mai was indeed stunned. It's not that this monster is terrible, it's that it shouldn't be here. According to the "plot" he knew, Catelyn and Tyrion would indeed be attacked by the mountain people along the way, and this was the first time that the little demon had faced the battlefield. After experiencing the same tension, fear and difficult battles as others, he also tasted the same feeling of victory as a normal person for the first time.

Someone will die in this battle, and Zhao Mai remembers that Jack was among them. Here Tyrion lost the last of his retinue, and he had to rely on himself to get out of it. At the moment, it seems that among those who fought on the front line, only Polon and Rodric are still alive, and the others are nine times out of ten dead, and the losses are greater than expected. But doesn't that mean there should be a deformed giant?!

Several mountain people saw that Zhao Mai was bare-handed, thinking that there was something to take advantage of, so they howled and pounced. Zhao Mai whistled and let the reserve rush out of the lurking. It was now able to easily lick Zhao Mai's chest when it stood up, and it only needed to leap lightly to bite the enemy's throat.

"Wolves, beware of wolves!" someone shouted. The movement of the reserve grain was faster than they had imagined, and the movement of flashing left and right made it impossible to react at all. With just one look, the reserve grain tore open the throats of two men, and then quickly swept from the side, trying to attack the enemy's back.

The group of people followed, and at least for a moment, their attention was completely attracted by the "wolves" shuttling around the battlefield. Tyrion gritted his teeth, raised his axe, and slashed from under the carriage to the feet of the enemy in front of him. Then, like splitting wood, he swung his axe and hacked to death the enemy who fell on his feet.

"When you fall, height doesn't matter!" the Lannister lion breathed heavily, his eyes still focused on his first enemy. A nearby mountain man reached over and tried to snatch his axe. Catelyn Stark picked up the dagger that nearly killed her own son and stabbed it hard at the man's back. One after the other, until he breathed.

"Thank you, Mrs. Stark. Tyrion leaned against Zhao Mai's carriage and struggled to squeeze out a wry smile. His eyes widened suddenly: "Get down, madam!"

Instead of wasting time looking back, Caitlyn immediately fell on her stomach and rolled sideways. Tyrion lunged up, like a true knight charging across the battlefield.

What should I shout at this time—strange thoughts were still spinning in Tyrion's head. Sir Roderick of the North would shout, "Long live Winterfell!" and he had seen people shout "Long live the King!" and "Warrior Bless!" ("Warrior" is the name of a deity worshipped by the Church of the Seven in Westeros) and he would also want to shout "Long live Castle Rock!"

But he just couldn't call out the name of his family's castle, which brought him only his father's eternal discrimination and his sister's hateful gaze. So in the end, he only squeezed out a thin word: "Die!"

The mountaineers had never fought such a short man, and Tyrion had never fought such a clumsy man. He was born a dwarf and could never be a powerful warrior, he tried it unwillingly, and then he was taught by reality very badly. However, his older brother, the only one in the world who would protect him without complaint, possessed exceptional talent and extraordinary persistence in swordsmanship. Tyrion loved to watch his brother practice his sword, often for a day.

He fantasized that it was him, tall and handsome, and excellent in martial arts. It was a fantasy that could not be shared, and he kept it to the bottom of his heart, unable to even say it when he was dreaming. His elder brother Jaime Lannister was the eldest son, and he was supposed to be the heir to the Duke and the owner of Castle Rock, which could not be replaced.

Now, though, he needs that fantasy. He imitated Jaime's movements, though only in a clumsy imitation, but it gave him boundless confidence! He swung his heavy axe blade with all his might, splitting flesh and bones as if it were nothing more than rotten wood, even the sound of the clattering sound.

The mountaineers finally retreated from Tyrion and Catelyn for the time being, pinning all their hopes on the deformed giant. Holding the trunk of the tree in his right hand and bending his left arm, the giant pulled out the Hunter's Blood Spear from his left shoulder.

A large chunk of flesh had been brutally brought down, and some of it was even hanging from the tip of a spear. The wound was bleeding profusely, but the giant didn't seem to feel pain, and still had a cruel smile on his face. He raised his spear high and threw it back at Zhao Mai with all his might.

This is exactly what Zhao Mai wants. Having already established communication with psychic abilities and weapons, Zhao Mai only needs to give orders. The Hunter Blood Spear shone with a faint blue light, and in response to his order, it turned around from the direction of Zhao Mai's chest and stopped firmly in his hand.

The giant finally felt that he had been tricked, and his expression became very hideous, and the horizontal flesh of his face swelled with all his might! He waved the trunk of the tree, slammed it twice into the ground, and began to rush in a puff of smoke.

Zhao Mai picked up the spear, ready to repeat the old trick, use the mind control object to affect its balance, and then take the opportunity to attack. As a result, the wandering samurai Saver rushed forward first. He rolled on the ground, his long, slightly curved knife flashing a crescent-shaped cold light that slashed across the giant's ankle.

When running at high speed, I am most afraid of foot injury, let alone being directly cut off my legs. Saver's long knife combined with the Foot Slashing technique makes it useful against larger enemies. Zhao Mai even had a feeling that this kind of long knife was designed to cut off the horse's legs.

The deformed giant fell with a bang and fell directly into a. Saffir stopped the forward rush with a roll, then rolled back again. The giant was about to get up on his arms when the long knife stabbed him in the ear.

Nothing survives such a fatal wound. The mountaineers lost their fighting spirit, turned and ran, scattering in a hurry, leaving behind dying horses and wounded companions. Most of those people were also Safir's "works", and many of them were rolling on the ground with their injured legs, constantly screaming and moaning.

That's the end of it?Zhao Mai found that he hadn't fought enough, and he hadn't had time to use "powerful skills" such as transformation to have a good time, and the enemies ran away like this? )